A beautiful girl who transmigrates into a Herrscher of the Void is treated like an elf and conquered

(They're here!) Chika's heart tightened, but she maintained her composure on the surface.

She quickly devised a reason based on facts, a hint of uncertainty and coincidence on her face:

"Y-yes, it's like this, Tobiichi-san. I just came back from the restroom and happened to pass by the old school building on the west side..."

She frowned slightly, as if repeating something somewhat perplexing:

"Then I heard what sounded like the school's public address system coming from that abandoned physics lab? The sound was pretty clear..."

At this point, she deliberately slowed her speech, as if recalling the broadcast content:

"It sounds like they're reading... a very peculiar passage? I kept hearing phrases like 'Black Flame Envoy,' 'Evil King's True Eye,' and 'World-Destroying Black Flame Dragon'..."

At this point, she glanced at Shido at just the right moment, her tone carrying a hint of "sudden realization":

"I suddenly remembered that my older brother had joked with me before, saying that these were some... uh... very 'creative' little stories that he and Itsuka-nii (older brother) created on a whim back in junior high school. He even laughed and said that it was Itsuka-nii's 'absolutely embarrassing history,' and that he'd be doomed if his current classmates found out..."

She finally looked at Shido, her tone carrying a hint of realization and sympathy:

"So, when I saw Itsuka come back from that direction and end up like this, I guessed... he might have unfortunately run into a broadcast test or something... and then... uh..." Chika didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was already clear.

(Perfect! The reason is flawless! It explains why I knew the keywords, perfectly shifts the blame to the non-existent "recitation meeting," and implies that Shido was an unlucky victim who stumbled upon it!) Chinatsu inwardly praised her quick wit.

Shido's inner roar was also corrected to:

(Broadcast?! Yes! Kotori read it over the loudspeaker! Oh no! Did someone else really hear it?! No… she clearly said it was a broadcast coming from the physics lab… so it must be Kotori’s doing! But she thought it was some kind of broadcast test?! I… I can’t argue with that! Am I supposed to say it was my sister reading my embarrassing past?!)

Origami listened quietly, her gaze shifting between Chinatsu and Shido.

She noticed that when Chika was "recalling," she made an extremely subtle movement—quickly pushing the bridge of her nose with her finger.

(This unconscious action...highly overlaps with the habitual action of Chiin Hououin when narrating events.)

[Increased suspicion. Included in the observation item. However, the logic of his statement is consistent and matches Itsuka Shido's reaction, making the situation highly credible.]

She didn't question Chika's explanation, but expressionlessly took out her small notebook and, while clearly transcribing the conversation into text, unconsciously and calmly read it aloud:

“Record. Subject: Itsuka Shido.”

"Status confirmed: Due to the recitation of certain content (involving the titles 'Dark Flame Master' and 'Evil King's True Eye' and related texts) created by him and Phoenix Institute Senin during junior high school in the physics laboratory of the old school building on the west side by an unknown person, he was unexpectedly subjected to public execution and fell into a state of acute severe shame and social avoidance."

"Information source: Phoenix Institute Chinatsu heard about it while passing by and relayed it."

Intelligence verification: The reaction closely matches the target's.

Every time she calmly recorded and read out a word, especially words like "co-creation," "recited," and "public execution," Shido's body would tremble violently, as if this public execution lesson would never end.

After finishing her notes, Origami closed the notebook, looked at Shido who was visibly trembling even though her face was obscured, and said in her usual calm tone: "I understand the situation. My advice: Time heals all wounds. If necessary, seek regular psychological support."

After saying that, she turned and left calmly and composedly, as if she had completed an important intelligence update and status record task, seemingly genuinely considering going to the old school building to investigate the "unknown recitation person".

Chinatsu: "..."

Shido: "...(Completely turned gray, and burdened with the heavy weight of searching for a reciter who never existed)"

Chika watched Origami's departing figure, then glanced at the sculpture beside her that had been transformed into a statue titled "Victim of the Itsuka Shido Dark History Recitation Incident," and cautiously poked it:

"...Um...Itsuka-san...Tobiichi-san said that time heals all wounds...and she'll help you find the person who was spouting nonsense..."

Shido showed no reaction, as if he had already disappeared into the cracks of time and space along with that fictitious "reciter".

Just as Shido suffered a severe blow and his soul was about to leave his body, the flashy system interface popped up merrily on Chika's retina.

[High-quality "fun" detected: precisely rubbing salt into the wound of the person involved, successfully triggering a deeper level of social death!]

[Review: Elegant! So elegant! This precise and perfectly timed commentary perfectly captures the essence of pleasure!]

[Reward: 'Transformation Ability Repair Progress' +5%! Fun activities after entering the school are also included in the reward calculation; current progress: 17%!]

[Note: Keep it up! There might be a 'surprise' when you reach 100%! Hehehe~!]

(Another surprise? I dare not expect any surprises from Aha! ... But, it's always good to be a little closer to turning back into a man...)

She remained outwardly calm, and the smile on her lips actually widened slightly because of the system's reward. To others (especially Shido), this appeared more like a "gentle pity," which was far more hurtful.

(…Wait, what kind of look was that?! That look that seemed to see through everything, with a hint of pity and also a bit…pleasant?!)

(No! Don't look at me with those "I understand, I understand" kind of gentle eyes! It's a million times more painful than being mocked! It's like a public execution of my soul! Aaaaaaahh ...

Chinatsu turned around gracefully, picked up her textbook, and acted as if she had just said a simple word of concern. However, a smile, which only she could understand, appeared on her lips.

(Fun times always fly by, Shido-kun. This is just the beginning~) (Aha, this is really fun!)

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[Unreleased information from the Origami Master's notebook!]

[Observer's Note 1: It is necessary to investigate the individuals reciting texts in the old school building without proper identification.]

[Observer's Note 2: Some of Hōōin Chika's unconscious behavioral patterns (tapping at a specific rhythm, pushing up her glasses) show an unusually high degree of similarity to 'Hōōin Chika'. Continued observation is required.]

Chapter 23 Pure White Battle Robe and the Unbound "Reason"

The morning classes passed in a subtle atmosphere. For Itsuka Shido, sitting next to him was his "friend's younger sister," a woman with a cool and aloof demeanor but a figure so hot that it could make any teenage boy's heart flutter.

Moreover, it's the "elf" that I need to win over, which is a bittersweet and extremely awkward ordeal.

He tried to concentrate on the lesson, but his gaze kept being drawn to that icy blue color and the striking curves of her body, which were struggling to be restrained by the school uniform. He would then quickly force himself to look away, feeling a deep sense of guilt.

For Chinatsu Phoenixin, this half-day was even more mentally taxing than the aerial battle with Alan Mathers.

Every glance that came her way, whether it was out of curiosity, envy, jealousy, or simple appreciation, felt like a needle pricking her sensory nerves.

She had to maintain the cognitive interference of the "Fool's Mask" at all times, while controlling her facial muscles to keep a "slightly detached calm," while in her heart she had already carved out a three-bedroom apartment for Tengu City with her toes.

The bell signaling the end of lunch break was like a death knell, announcing the start of afternoon classes. For Chika Phoenix Institute, the prominent words "Physical Education Class" on the timetable were nothing short of a death sentence.

(PE...PE class?!)

Qianxia looked at the class schedule and felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.

(Need to change clothes...exercise...sweat...and...a changing room?!)

An unprecedented feeling, a mixture of shame and fear, instantly gripped her.

School uniforms were already a nightmare, but sportswear... she couldn't even imagine how the Herrscher of Reason core would "fit" those sportswear clothes that usually had less fabric and were more form-fitting!

. . . . . .

With a feeling of going to her execution, Chinatsu followed the girls into the women's changing room.

A faint fragrance filled the air, along with the chattering laughter of young girls.

However, when she opened her closet and saw the neatly folded, standard white leotard with red trim and black athletic shorts, she breathed a slight sigh of relief—at least the style was normal.

(Hmm...seems alright? It's just a regular tracksuit...)

She tried to comfort herself. Like a prisoner walking to the guillotine, Qianxia found her locker, took out her white leotard with red trim and black athletic shorts, hid in the corner, turned her back to the crowd, and began to change as quickly as possible.

However, she underestimated the devastating influence her body had on "ordinary" clothing.

The moment she took off her shirt, even with her back to everyone, the subtle tremor of her stunning curves as they were suddenly revealed, along with the smooth, fair back, instantly attracted the attention of several girls nearby.

With her back to the crowd, she began her arduous "battle." The moment she took off her shirt, her heavy, full, and perky "big slimes" were suddenly freed from their restraints, and the slight bouncy sensation and weight made her heart skip a beat.

Even with her back turned, her perfect silhouette and smooth, delicate skin instantly attracted the attention of several girls nearby, and whispers spread like ripples.

"Hiss..." Someone gasped.

"Hey...look over there..."

Whispers spread rapidly like a plague. The laughter and chatter in the locker room gradually subsided, and more and more eyes focused on that corner.

Chika felt as if her back was being scanned by a laser, and her fingers were trembling.

(You can't see me...you can't see me...)

She prayed inwardly as she frantically tried to put on her gymnastics outfit, but the loose-fitting top, which was usually loose for an average girl, stretched taut on her body, the soft fabric being exaggeratedly stretched out by her enormous "slimes".

The outline is drawn so clearly that you can even vaguely see the subtle shape of the slight bulge at the top. The fabric perfectly outlines the full, voluptuous shape that is about to burst out, making it even more direct and breathtaking than when wearing a shirt!

The straps at her back seemed to be bearing an unbearable weight. (...They're... way too tight! Won't they break?!)

She bent over with difficulty to put on her athletic shorts, a movement that revealed her pert, rounded buttocks and her long, snow-white, straight, and flawless legs.

The black shorts barely covered her hips, creating a stark contrast with her fair skin, and the "absolute territory" once again asserted its existence in a more sporty and energetic way.

When she finally finished changing, took a deep breath, and turned around with the determination of someone going to their death—the entire dressing room fell silent instantly.

All the girls, regardless of their usual relationship with her, stopped what they were doing and their eyes were fixed on her as if drawn by a magnet.

That ordinary tracksuit, worn by her, exuded an almost sinful sexiness, becoming her most lethal weapon. The fabric was stretched high, yet her waist appeared exceptionally slender.

Her legs were straight and long, exuding both power and beauty. Her proportions were perfect, her figure voluptuous, her waist slender and supple, and those dazzlingly white, impossibly long legs…

All the elements combined create a striking contrast between pure vitality and mature sensuality, impacting everyone's visual senses.

"..." The silence lasted for a full five seconds before being broken by a gasp of shock.

“Oh my god… an angel’s face… a devil’s figure…” a girl murmured unconsciously.

"Is...is this really a proportion that humans could have?"

"I feel like we're not wearing the same kind of sportswear..."

"I'm so...envious...but I also feel so much pressure..."

"My God..." "This...this is so unscientific..."

"I...I think I understand why guys like big...big things now..."

"Won't she lose her balance when she walks?"

Several girls even subconsciously looked down at themselves and then sighed silently.

Chika's cheeks were burning (thankfully hidden by her mask), but she forced herself to remain calm and walked quickly outside without looking to the side.

She could feel countless gazes falling on her as if they were real, especially the burning sensation on her chest and legs.

She practically stumbled out of the locker room. Behind her, the girls' chatter and gasps erupted like a tidal wave.

Chapter 24 Sunshine, Sweat, and Absolute Territory

When Chika walked out of the gymnasium and onto the playground, the effect was nuclear-level.

The boys were still fooling around when someone saw her and they were instantly silenced.

Immediately following were gasps, whistles (which were immediately silenced by the PE teacher's glare), and barely suppressed exclamations.

What first caught everyone's attention were those long, white, straight, and slender legs that emerged from the shadows of the stadium, as if they were a masterpiece of God.

The sunlight shone on it, as if coating it with a soft halo, and every step made countless hearts beat faster.

Next came the astonishing upper body curves, tightly wrapped in sportswear and swaying slightly with each step.

The presence of those "giant slimes" was so strong that one wondered if the thin fabric could bear their weight.

Finally, there was her delicate face, which carried a hint of forced professionalism and a slight blush of embarrassment.

Her long, icy blue hair was tied into a high ponytail, which added a touch of freshness and neatness, but also revealed her perfect neck and collarbone lines.

"Gulp..." Someone swallowed hard.

"Holy crap?! Who is that?!"

"The new transfer student... Phoenix House..."

"Is this body... even real?! Like this even in sportswear?!"

"God must have given her the highest level of configuration when He created her..."

"I feel like my youth is about to begin again..."

"Those legs...that chest...I declare this is my goddess!"

"Brother, calm down! That's Chiin's sister!"

"Chiin is my half-brother! His sister is my...sister! (I can't take my eyes off him)"

"She's coming... I feel like I'm running out of oxygen..."

Even the male PE teacher was stunned for several seconds. He blew his whistle several times before he could finally quiet the restless boys down a little, but everyone's eyes were still uncontrollably drawn to that figure.

Just as the boys were making a commotion, Itsuka Shido also saw that figure. His brain went blank for three seconds.